The following weeks passed quickly and Harry and Sirius found themselves at the end of January after a healer's appointment, attempting to prepare a room for the twins' room. In all the drama, their planning had taken a backseat, and now, with one month left before they were due and the eighty percent chance of them being born early, the panic of not having it done in time had set in and Sirius had been taking whole days off from work to do it, while Harry had forsaken a lot of his bed rest to help him.

Now that they had all the materials and both cots ready to be assembled in the corner, the colours picked so the spell could be done to paint the walls, all they needed was to get rid of the wall in the middle of the two rooms.

"I think we should take out the whole thing." Sirius said as they worked early one Saturday morning.

"What if we just take out an arch?"

"What do you mean?"

"Like this." Harry said tracing an archway shape on the wall. "But bigger."

"Hmm, it seems like a nice effect."

"And we could put their crib and changing table on one side and their dressers and playpen in the other."

"Well, I'll do the charm, but I need an outline first, else I'll end up fucking it." Harry slapped his arm lightly.

"What? You hitting me?" He said playfully, grabbing Harry and gently nipping at his neck, tickling him. Well, they got no more work done for a few hours, but this often happened. You didn't think it was the work that was taking so long, did you?

Later that evening after many good shags and a small rest, they returned to the room and Harry, armed with a black marker pen, got up on the ladder to make an archway shape while Sirius sat in the other room, trying to put together one of the cribs. He'd just clipped two pieces together when a crash sounded from the other room.

"Harry?" He asked and when he didn't get a reply, jumped up and ran out to check him. He found him lying on the floor in a heap, the ladder fallen over next to him and the line going to halfway through an arch but then straight down halfway through the wall.

Sirius didn't need to see all this to figure out what happened and rush to Harry, who turned out to be unconscious, a large bump and bruise forming on the side of his head right above his temple, a thin trickle of blood flowing from it.


When Harry woke, he wasn't lying on the floor, but instead on his bed, a cloth pressed to his head. Trying to remember what happened, a shooting pain went through his abdomen, a feeling he recognised well.

"Sirius!" He screamed as loud as he could, and a minute later, feet came stomping down the passage way and his husband burst in. She guessed he must have been in the kitchen, making something while he waited for him to wake up, judging by the mug and dry teabag still in his hand.

"What happened?" He asked as he rushed to Harry's side, taking his hand.

"I don't think they liked that fall very well." Harry said putting his hand on his stomach.


Sirius looked round the white room and hoped next time he was here, he'd be holding his children, instead, he was holding Harry's hand as the doctor checked him over.

"We've performed the spell, but if this happens again, they'll have to be born, whether they're premature or not." He said, putting the sheet down. "Once you take that potion, it'll be about three hours and your body will change back and you can leave. Just be more careful," He said pointing to the potion on the table. Once he left, Harry looked over to Sirius, giving a small smile.

"I'm sorry,"

"No, it's not your fault the ladder slipped." Suddenly a bunch of people came in, including the Tout family holding Crosby, two or three neighbour couples and Louis and Felix with Thicke and Quillan.


"You're doing alright, they're healthy, but from next week, no more sex." At those last three words, Sirius looked away from the picture above Harry.

"What? When next week?"

"From the fourteenth, unless you want to bring on premature labour, and from what I hear, you've already had a couple of scares." Sirius sighed sadly but nodded and looked back to the babies. It actually now looked like the outline of babies, one of them was upside down, though it looked smaller than the other, it kicked out at Harry's ribs and it must have been hard because Harry, who wasn't looking, flinched and rubbed the spot.

"Why's one smaller than the other?" He asked the healer, and pointed to the picture.

"Either that's the one that was hit by a lot of the spells a few months ago or it's just got different genetics to the other. We can't tell it's born."

"Look, love!" The other one stuck out a hand, opening it and flexing its fingers. "It's waving." Harry said and Sirius put his hand in one spot, feeling the tiny hand against his. Once they'd left, Sirius's happiness faded slightly as they lay on the bed relaxing.

"Well, there goes a valentines celebration."

"Why?"

"No sex from the fourteenth or they'll come early."

"I don't care what he says."

"Why?"

"Well, I don't really mind if they're born early."

"But what if something goes wrong?"

"Nothing is going to go wrong. They've had eight months to torture me and if that doctors thinks I'm waiting till March, well fuck him then."

"I'd rather be the one doing that to you." He said and Harry grinned. "But I have something to go plan." The grin disappeared as Sirius ran off. No matter how long he was married to him, he'd never understand how that man's brain worked.


This chapter was supposed to be shorter, but I put a bit more onto it because I feel bad about waiting so long between updates. Life's been really hectic and I just haven't had time for Fanfiction. But my muses, now fifteen (yay!) have been working hard and I have started another story forwave six of the HpMpregfest. The one from wave five will be up on my livejournal soon, considering it's too raunchy to post here...

Thank you.